A New Kind of Leverage

The safehouse smelled of ozone and antiseptic, a sterile cage that did little to mask the raw, metallic scent of Julian’s blood. He lay on the leather sofa, his breath shallow, the jagged wound at his side a testament to the price of his defiance. Stripped of the tailored armor of his CEO status, he looked dangerously human, his eyes tracking Elena with a sharp, guarded focus that made her skin prickle.

“The board reconvenes in six hours,” Julian rasped, his hand gripping the edge of the cushion. “If Sterling isn’t there to force th

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